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Way out in Old Nevada, the Truckee's waters flow,
Where the cattle are "a-browzin'," an' the ponies grow;
Where the Northers "come a-whistlin'" from beyond the Neutral
And the dogs are sneezin', as if they had "The Grip";
Where the cayotes come a-howlin' 'round the after dark,
And the bluebirds are to the lovely "meadow lark";
Where the bighorns are a-grazin' and the plovers call
It was there that I "The Cowboys' Christmas Ball."
(whoo!)

The boys had left the ranches and to town in piles;
The ladies"kinda scatterin'"had in for miles..
The room was togged out mistletoe and shawls,
And flickered frescoes, around the airy walls.
The women folk looked lovely-the boys kinda treed,
the leader got to yellin': "Hey! fellers, let's stampede,"
And the music started sighin', an' awailin' the hall
As a of introduction to "The Cowboys' Christmas Ball."

leader was a feller that came from Swenson's ranch,
They called him "Windy Billy," from "little Branch."
His rig was "kinda careless," big spurs and high-heeled
He had the reputation that when "a fellers shoots."
His voice was a bugle upon a mountainous height;
His feet were an' a mighty, movin' sight,
When he commenced to hollerin', "Now, fellers your pen!
"Lock horns with all them heifers, an' 'em like men.
"Saloot yer lovely now swing an' let 'em go,
"Climb the grape vine 'round 'emall do-ce-do!
"You Mavericks, join the round-up- skip her waterfall,"
Huh! It was happy, The Cowboys' Christmas Ball

Don't tell me cotillions, or germans. No sire'ee!
That whirl at Carson City just takes the cake me.
I'm sick of lazy shufflin's, of them had my fill,
Just me a frontier break-down, backed up by Wild Ol' Bill.

McAllister ain't nowhere, when leads the show,
I've seen 'em in harness, and so I sorta know
Oh, Bill, I sha'n't forget ya, and I'll recall,
That lively sworray"The Cowboys' Christmas Ball."

Oh, Bill, I sha'n't ya, and I'll oftentimes recall,
lively gaited sworray"The Cowboys' Christmas Ball."